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typhoon
65
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór typhoon został wydany 16 stycznia 2026 przez aewee jako część albumu reverse psychology
album cover
Data wydania16 stycznia 2026
Wytwórniaaewee
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM63

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
aewee
aewee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
IVAN RUDSKYI
IVAN RUDSKYI
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
aewee
aewee
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Huh huh
Who the fuck cares 'bout awards on my wall
Who the fuck wants a Mercedes over Lambo
Live in two cities 'cause I'm always touching road
They get ignored and they never gon' settle scores
Who the fuck wanna be stuck in a rigmarole
But I tryna get highest on life just before
It gon' hit me like bitch with an overdose (Damn-yeah)
I invest and it's giving back twentyfold
Who the fuck needs these banknotes when they come and go
Who the fuck wants to be seventy and alone
Next with the bros anytime I can do no wrong
Who the fuck told you I'm buying my shit for low
I might be stoned like the ashes they gonna fall
They used to blame it on me like it's all my fault
Who the fuck's aewee and why is he on my phone
Huh huh
Like what the fuck is that thousand to one
They want the crown looking just like a clown
Who the fuck said baby that I need ya
We in the spot going crazy 'til sun is up
They're giving me kisses and hugs
He gonna ask who the fuck was your last
He sick 'cause he can't measure up to your past (woah-oh-ah)
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woah-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woa-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (yeah) (woah)
Like a chimera
Stuck in a dream
Vision is dull
High on the beam
I'm gettin' immune
We're chilling but I don't know who the fuck said we cool
Ain't 2014
Woke up a new era
Who the fuck nowadays wan' be a rapper
They stacking up Tether on top of the Tether
But I
Never pay attention to the words that they assume
Say they spitting facts but I ain't ever seen the proof
Spotify got numbers man I'm killing that iTunes
You know we the wave just like a typhoon
Going fast
I don't want no crashing in the whip
Damn I'm breaking all the cycles of my sleep
Who the fuck these hoes I don't need no bitches coming soon
Ain't went to bed at noon
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woah-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woa-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (yeah) (woah)
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woah-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (woa-oh)
Who the fuck (huh-huh)
Who the fuck (yeah huh)
Who the fuck (yeah) (woah)
Written by: IVAN RUDSKYI
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